The First, The Best, The Last

by Pandora's Box Is Heavy

Bella Swan celebrates her 24th birthday by stepping out of the box. What happens when she meets Edward on the other side? "You'll never look at birthday spankings the same way again." A birthday present for tinklove Will be completed today lemon, fluff and a smidge of SpankingSantaward warning

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight... if I did Renesmee wouldn't exist and B&E would probably have an addiction to voyeurism... S'true

This is a short 20 chapter drabble to show tinklove just how much I love her wrinkly old face! Happy Birthday sweaty (that's on purpose) I lurv you!

Special thanks to SunflowerFran3759 for beta'ing this for me in record timing

darkNnerdy and chartwilightmom for proofreading and talking me down from that paranoid ledge I tend to climb onto frequently

1

You're crazy.

There's absolutely, positively, no way, the hotty standing at the bar is staring at you, and only you, right now.

Turn around and forget his piercing, green eyes.

Forget the way his thumb is hooked in his belt loop and the way his lips caress the long neck of his Amber Bock. The way his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip to catch any leftover beer.

Go back to your table where you feel comfortable among the equally single, equally happy, carefree girls. The ladies that dragged you out of your comfy pajamas, and the One Tree Hill marathon, to celebrate the twenty-fourth anniversary of your birth.

Shake your drunken head and go back, Bella Swan.

He's not even your type.

You'd never go for the Greek-God type.

You're jeans and ratty old T-shirts, while he's fancy work suits and Dockers.

His slacks alone probably cost more than your entire wardrobe; just look at him.

You keep telling yourself to turn around, to forget this man, yet here you are. Standing in the middle of a crowded bar, watching the way he sips a beer and how his eyes seem to follow you wherever you go.

You're about to turn, to run back to the safety of your girlfriends, when he pushes away from the bar and time seems to stand still, as he heads straight for you.

Long legs and arms swing languidly, the beer hanging by its neck between his pointer and middle finger, both incredibly long, and yes, you've noticed.

He's five feet away from you now. You should be running.

But you aren't.

Every year I write V a little something something in first person... it never get's down to the nitty gritty because that would be too weird. This is my compromise :D The idea is to be able to put yourself in Bella's shoes, if you should feel so inclined to do so :D